After hearing what Kyle said, Sirius also remembered where he had seen that knife-like spell.

More than ten years ago, when they had just graduated, Snape, who was still a Death Eater, used this spell against them.

It was just that it had been too long, and he had been imprisoned in Azkaban for more than ten years, so he didn't think about it for a while.

"But this magic is really useful." Kyle said, waving his wand again and cutting a big spider that came from behind in half.

"That's also the Snotlout spell." Sirius muttered, still a little unhappy, "But Kyle, how could he teach you this spell?"

"...Could it be Kanna?" Sirius asked with a hint of teasing in his tone.

"Of course not." Kyle shook his head. "I picked up a book... um, it's Snape's old potion book from school. It not only records his experience in potions, but also contains many magics he invented. Divine Sharpness is one of them."

"Potions book..." Sirius was stunned and blurted out: "You mean, he invented this magic when he was in school?!"

"That should be the case." Kyle nodded. "Shen Feng Wu Ying wrote it in the second half of Advanced Magic Potion Making. Judging from the progress, it should be in the last year of the seventh grade."

"This is impossible..." Sirius' tone became even more unhappy, "He must have stolen it, that snotty guy..."

"If he did that, do you think Headmaster Dumbledore would be indifferent?"

"Well... maybe he lied to Dumbledore."

Sirius kept finding various reasons because he just didn't believe that Snape could invent such a powerful spell as the Sharp Strike while he was in school.

"Sirius, are you jealous?" Kyle looked at him and suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked.

"envy?"

Sirius jumped up on the spot like a dog whose tail was stepped on.

"I'm jealous of that snotty guy? You must be kidding! Why would I be jealous of him!"

"Maybe it's because he can create his own spells?" Kyle said. Seeing Sirius's angry look, he guessed that this was probably the truth.

For a student, it is not difficult to get an O in an exam, and it is not uncommon to get O in all grades. At least in Hogwarts, one or two students with excellent grades can be found every year.

But ninety-nine percent of students are unable to create their own magic before graduation, and even most adult wizards cannot do it.

But Snape... there are several of them, just the ones Kyle knows.

From the informal toe growth spell, to the very practical ear blocking spell, tongue locking spell, and the more practical inverted golden bell spell, the invisible striker spell...

From this perspective, Snape, who has five spells of his own, is simply a genius, a true genius, and this does not include his achievements in potions.

But think about it carefully, if it weren't for these, how could Snape become the youngest head of Hogwarts? It can't be because he doesn't like washing his hair, right?

Snape became the head of the school shortly after Voldemort's downfall. He was only in his early twenties at the time, which directly pushed the record of the youngest head of the school back by a large margin.

At this age, even if Dumbledore wanted to promote him for some reason, he would have to have matching grades, otherwise he would not be able to pass the test of the school directors and parents.

Slytherin is different from other colleges. Parents of students there love to find fault the most. Even they have no problem with Snape, the young headmaster, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.

After Kyle said this, even Sirius was silent, with his mouth open, not knowing what he was thinking.

He had to admit that after removing his personal filter, Snape was indeed far superior to his peers.

It’s a pity that he can’t remove his personal filter.

"He's also a snotty guy." Sirius managed to say, "And he's also biased. No matter how good a person like that is, he's not worthy of being a professor."

"Don't say anything to each other." Kyle smiled.

That is to say, Sirius was a professor for a short time. If he had become the dean, Gryffindor would probably have won the house cup five or six times in a row.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Kyle stood up, looked at the place where no one was left, and swung his wand in front of him.

The thin flame thread connecting the tip of the staff broke out of thin air, and the out-of-control giant fire dragon immediately showed signs of collapse.

Then Kyle pointed his wand forward sharply.

"Fire God Imprisonment!"

The exploding Fiendfyre turned into a long snake in mid-air and rushed towards the frightened Death Eaters at an extremely fast speed.

The Death Eaters wanted to run, but Apparition was prohibited in Hogwarts. How could they possibly outrun Fiendfyre who was controlled by Kyle with just their two legs?

Soon, the entire venue was surrounded by Fiendfyre. As Fiendfyre continued to shrink, the Death Eaters could only keep moving towards the center, and finally they were crowded together in an area only the size of an auditorium.

During that time, there were people who tried to rush out, but without exception, they were all burned to ashes within a few seconds.

Unfortunately, Kyle couldn't turn the Fiery Flame completely blue for the time being, otherwise they would have been even more pleased.

He tried it, but the yellow flame was already the limit, and only a little blue could be seen in the outer circle.

"Well done!" Sirius' eyes sparkled, "By the way, this is also a spell you created yourself."

"Strictly speaking, it's only half." Kyle put down his wand and shook his head. "This spell came from Professor Dumbledore. I just made some changes to the original one."

Kyle has studied Vulcan Magic for a long time. Simply put, this magic is about controlling the shape of fire and is a type of Transfiguration Spell.

Since it is a transformation spell, it is naturally not restricted to one form. It can be a straight line or a circle. It depends on what the person controlling the magic thinks.

"That's already impressive," said Sirius. "By the way, you should have your own spells, too."

He seemed a little obsessed and was determined to surpass Snape. Even if he couldn't do it, he had to find someone to represent him.

Kyle was the man he was looking for.

"I have a spell of my own creation... I guess." Kyle said after thinking for a moment.

As for creating his own spells, he had actually studied them, but most of them were some messed up abilities, such as making eyelashes grow quickly or tangling hair.

Most of these were prank ideas that Fred and George had come up with before they graduated, and Kyle tried them out out of boredom to see if they could be performed using magic.

It's more of a thing to pass the time.

The only spell he could really call his own was the Wild Growth Spell, which he used to control trees and vines.

Kyle really likes to use that spell, especially in places with dense trees like the Forbidden Forest, where the power can reach 200% or even higher.

It's a pity that the Death Eaters never went towards the Forbidden Forest, otherwise he wouldn't have needed to use Fiendfyre.

"That's amazing! It seems you are much more powerful than that snotty Snape." Sirius said proudly, "But why didn't you kill those Death Eaters?"

"Because people from the Ministry of Magic are here too." Kyle glanced in the direction of the castle.

Just now, Emilia Bones and Scrimgeour also joined the battlefield with Aurors.

He didn't come here right away because he should have dealt with the traitors in the Ministry of Magic first.

"People from the Ministry of Magic..." Sirius frowned, "What's wrong with them? Haven't you killed quite a few of them?"

"It's different. They didn't see what I did before." Kyle shook his head.

"Let me put it this way, if I killed hundreds of Death Eaters in one go in front of the Minister of Magic and the Head of the Auror Office, what do you think they would think?"

Sirius's face changed.

Even if he didn't understand these things, he understood them now.

What the Ministry of Magic needs is stability, and there are only a few wizards. As long as they are wizards, they have countless connections with each other. If you pick out two pure-blood wizards at random, they may be relatives of each other.

So let alone killing hundreds of them at once, even if the number was ten times less it would still be a big problem.

After all, more than a decade ago, even the most heinous Death Eaters were mostly imprisoned in Azkaban instead of being killed directly.

Everyone was well aware of this, including Kyle and Sirius.

Another example is the incident at Godric's Hollow when Kell killed more than seventy Death Eaters. This rumor sounded impressive, but no one knew how much Dumbledore had done behind the scenes to prevent Kell from appearing in the Wizengamot trial.

This kind of thing happening once is enough.

If Kyle really killed all the Death Eaters present, perhaps they would not say anything at this time, but when the war was over, the people from the Ministry of Magic would definitely cause trouble for him.

Of course, this is just one of the reasons. The most important thing is stability.

Who wouldn't be afraid of a powerful wizard who kills without blinking an eye? This is an instinct.

If Kyle started killing people in front of everyone, he would immediately become the public enemy of all wizards, and then naturally take over Voldemort's position and become the second Dark Lord.

This is probably the story of how the dragon-slaying warrior eventually becomes the dragon himself?

As for what happened before that, that’s another matter.

After all, the people from the Ministry of Magic had not arrived at that time, and the situation was chaotic. In order to protect Hogwarts, it didn't matter how many he killed. Anyway, few people knew that it was him who set the Fiendfyre on the grounds.

The few people who knew about it, such as Sirius and Professor McGonagall, were all insiders and would never tell anyone.

Sirius opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment... He knew that what the Ministry of Magic was doing was wrong, but he also felt that it made sense, which was very contradictory.

And in a sense, he himself can be considered one of the beneficiaries.

The crimes he committed more than a decade ago were not small: betraying the Potters, blowing up a street and killing 12 Muggles. But even so, he was only sentenced to Azkaban.

Kyle glanced at the increasingly fierce battle in the castle and muttered quietly, "Even if those Death Eaters are to be killed, it can't be me... at least I can't let others see that it's me who did it."

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But Kyle's voice was very low, and Sirius was thinking about his own things and didn't hear it.

After dealing with the threat on the field, the two prepared to return to the castle to support others.

But just as they passed the Whomping Willow, Kyle suddenly caught a glimpse of two pairs of shoes flashing by on the ground.

Late at night, two pairs of shoes were moving on their own. The scene was somewhat scary.

Fortunately, Kyle was also a wizard, and he quickly figured out the reason for this situation... the invisibility cloak was too small to cover two people.

"You go back and help first." Thinking of this, he turned to Sirius and said, "I'm going to search again to see if there are any fish that have escaped the net nearby."

"No problem." Sirius had no doubts, because he had just been ridiculed by a group of sinister Death Eaters on the Quidditch field, and he had been holding a lot of anger in his heart and wanted to vent it.

Hearing that Kyle was going to stay outside, he simply rushed into the castle alone and quickly found a lone Death Eater.

After he left, Kyle turned around and returned to the Whomping Willow.

He looked down and saw several obvious footprints on the ground, which disappeared under the Whomping Willow.

But just as Kyle was about to move forward, a branch slapped him with a whoosh.

Kyle dodged and pointed his wand at a stone on the ground.

The stone flew up suddenly, quickly passed through the dense paper strips of the Whomping Willow, and hit somewhere on the tree trunk.

Suddenly, the twisted and throbbing willow trees became quiet.

Kyle didn't hesitate, he walked quickly and jumped into a hidden passage under the tree.

After entering the secret passage, the roar and collision of the battle outside became noticeably smaller, but one could faintly hear the rustling sound of something crawling coming from somewhere.

Kyle walked forward quickly.

This is probably the only passage that has not been sealed. Harry used to go from here to meet Sirius who protected him in Hogsmeade.

Later, even when Sirius left Hogsmeade for other tasks, Harry would occasionally come here once or twice.

But why did he come at this time? Aren't they looking for the Runespoor Snake that was regarded as a Horcrux? Kyle frowned. This secret passage leads to the Screaming Ice Cream Shop. Could it be that the snake also likes cold drinks? But at this time, Harry and Voldemort are in sync, so he shouldn't be wrong.

Kyle wanted to catch up with Harry and the others as quickly as possible, but because the passage was too narrow, he couldn't walk fast at all. Then, he heard voices.

It was a very high-pitched voice, and it sounded emotionless and cold.

"I need you to pledge your loyalty to me, Draco, and it's time..."

It's Voldemort.

Kyle stopped where he was. He saw two pairs of shoes in front of him. They must be Harry's. If he went forward, he might alarm them.

It would be interesting if one of them accidentally called out at this time.

But he didn't expect that Voldemort would actually abandon so many Death Eaters and run to a cold drink shop. What was he thinking?

Kyle squinted his eyes and tried to observe the situation in the house opposite through the gap in the door.

He couldn't see anything from his angle, but he could hear the sounds, and they were clear.

The arrogant Voldemort did not hide his thoughts at all.

Lucius and Narcissa seemed to be in the room as well. It looked like they came here after leaving the Quidditch field.

"It is an honor for Draco to fight for the Dark Lord."

Lucius' voice sounded a little excited, and Narcissa echoed him, but the person involved, Draco Malfoy, said nothing.

Until Voldemort uttered his next words...

"So Draco, are you ready to give your life?"

"Wait...wait, Lord Dark Lord..." Lucius' voice suddenly became dry.

"I may have...heard wrongly...Draco, he just helped you kill Dumbledore."

"You heard me right, Lucius." Voldemort said calmly, "It was not until Dumbledore died that I discovered something. It didn't seem to work for me."

Voldemort seemed to stand up, and his voice changed direction.

“This legendary and most powerful magic wand did not show the miracles it was supposed to have. I pondered over it for a long time... and finally came up with the answer.

"The Elder Wand belonged to the wizard who killed its previous master. It was you who killed Dumbledore, Draco."

A muffled sobbing sound came from the room.

"Master...Dark Lord...Draco is here to fulfill your orders..."

Lucius' voice sounded as if it was squeezed from his throat, without the smugness that it had just had.

"So you will be honored." Voldemort said calmly, "honor that other Death Eaters will never have."

There was a muffled thud in the room, as if someone had fainted and his head hit the floor heavily.

That must have hurt.

"Answer me Draco, will you help me conquer this wand?"

Draco Malfoy still didn't speak, and it was unclear whether he was too scared to speak or his mouth was blocked.

Because when Voldemort wants to do something, he never discusses it with anyone, he only informs them.

This time is no exception.

Something in the room burst, like a balloon, but quieter.

Then there was the sound of something heavy hitting the floor.

"Master, I don't think Draco is the owner of the Elder Wand." Another person spoke, it was Snape.

"Do you want to object to my opinion, Severus?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Voldemort's voice, as if something was crawling.

"I dare not think so." Snape said, "but my master, I was there that day, and Dumbledore was killed by the killing curse you left in your wand, and Draco had nothing to do with it.

"In other words, how can a tool responsible for transporting wands be recognized by the Elder Wand?"

The rustling sounds of crawling in the room disappeared, and it seemed that Voldemort seemed to think that what he said made sense.

"Then Severus, tell me, if I killed Dumbledore, why won't the Elder Wand obey me?"

"I think... Dumbledore is not the true owner of the Elder Wand." Snape said calmly.

"Who is its owner then?"

"I think... Grindelwald!"

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(End of this chapter)